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discovery

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Stifling heat emanating hazily from the sun
She searches for meaning among foreign streets
Not heeding any advice
From passerby, friend or enemy alike.

On this journey, surprised by a
Monsoon of expectations
Putting a drenched burden
On weakened shoulders.

The meaning of life….
Who am i?

Taboos permanently on her skin
Wanting to express the creativity within.
Listening to whispers of people passing by
Criticizing her dark hair, light eyes,
The direction she is taking with her life.

Now she wishes to be walking in someone else’s shoes,
But with the wisdom of her own weathered feet.

The spicy colors surrounding her
Inspire to be dirty, gritty, brilliant
Undulating with the primal beat
Passion arising from deep inside
Trying to place meaning in her life.

Author notes

looking to find out who i really am. the internal search everyone hears about, which i didnt believe in until i embarked on the journey very recently.

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  • whispernthedark Greeters member
    February 8, 2008

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    Great write, I particularly liked the last stanza. Thank you for entering and good luck.


    whisper


  • artis
    February 4, 2008
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    you took me to her lapel and let me walk with her across the pain landscaped with indecision, the dark alleys of despair reaching out shadowed fingers, the rains of tears falling, all part of life's steps to higher places, a weary climb sometimes but

    necessary for all. Great write~~Artis


  • WordsArentEnough
    January 31, 2008

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    Very interesting, this seems to be a little out of character for you recently, style wise. I like it, infinitely relatable. You know how we do homes.


  • InterzoneTypewriter
    January 23, 2008

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    Oooh I love it. Very exotic. I like the mixture of anxiety and the facsination of exploration. I think the speaker in this poem is struggling to find herself; to interperate the external and find meaning internally. The title is simple but encaptures the theme and journey of the poem. It's an inspiring write that encourages the broadening of horizons. Well written and a pleasure to study

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